Death, MD

by DancingStar01

Lindsay Donner loves her job at the hospital. But then she gets hit by a lightning and then she can hear the thoughts of other people. Lindsay notices, how one of her patients is planing an murder. ALL CHAPTERS ONLINE! Pairing: C/L

5. Chapter 5

Title: Death, MD Chapter 5
Author: Dancing Star
Crossover: PSI Factor / Sue Thomas FBEye
Pairing: Connor / Lindsay,
Rating: 16
Category: AU, Crime, Mystery, Romance (Warning: This story is VERY different!)
What happens: Lindsay Donner loves her job at the hospital. But then she gets hit by a lightning and since then she can read the thoughts of the people around her. Lindsay notices that one of her patients is planning a murder. She tries to prevent the murder.
Notes: The idea for this story is mine, but the characters aren´t. If this story sounds familiar to you: Congratulations. You have found me. :-)

Death, MD Chapter 5

It was silent in the laboratory when Connor and Lindsay arrived. Jenkins and Jack were some of the few people who were still working, because Jack was sitting behind his desk and light was on in Jenkins' office. Apparently, it would be a quiet night. Nevertheless, Connor wondered if Jack hadn´t a private life, because he was still sitting in his office and worked. Connor thought Jack needed a girlfriend. On occasion he would ask Lindsay if she may knew a nurse who wanted to be with a man with protector instinct ...
In addition to Jack and Jenkins, a secretary was still present. "Glad you're here," she said to Connor, "I have the head of the Washington- office on the phone..."
"The First Director?", Connor asked. He had not spoken to his big boss, since he had become a participant in the witness protection program.
"I have informed him you no longer belong to the witness protection program," Jack told, when he got a cup of coffee, "I suppose he therefore would like to talk to you."
Connor looked at the secretary.
"He really wants to talk to you..."
"Okay", Connor had no idea what he should ever tell his boss.
"You can answer the call in Hudson's office."
"I´ll answer the call in Jenkins 'office," he decided, "I don´t want to be disturbed until the conversation is over." He walked in Jenkins' office and reached there for the phone on the desk. Lindsay was standing in front of the glass door to the office and watched Connor. She focused on his thoughts and tried to listen, but at this moment Jenkins talked to her: "What's he doing in there?"
"He´s having a phone conversation."
"I can see that," the computer nerd said and rolled his eyes, "But with whom?"
"I assume it´s a secret ..."
"Oh, come on..."
"It´s your boss in Washington. Connor said he doesn´t want to be disturbed during the phone call."
Jenkins mused: "What could the boss personally want from him?"
"That's not our business," Lindsay admonished him. She didn´t notice that Connor stared at her while she talked to Jenkins. The computer nerd bleated like a small child. Lindsay was tired, but she refused to be annoyed by him. Because Jenkins also chattered with Sally from the laboratory Lindsay left his office and went to the small kitchen. She was curious why Connor's boss had called, but she also wanted to find out if her son showed up during the day (which they had wasted with a search in the underground of the city in her opinion).
"Can you do me a favor?" Connor wanted to know Lindsay, when he met her in the corridor. He took her arm and led her down the corridor until they were out of earshot of the other colleagues. "Find out if Jack tells the truth."
"The truth?", Lindsay asked, her brow furrowed, "In relation to what?"
"I need to know if he´s really on our side... The suspicion is that there is a mole within the CIA."
She was horrified, "How do you know?"
"I just had a conference call with the CIA in Washington," he told her, "Do you still remember my time in Canada?"
"You told me about it," Lindsay confirmed.
"At that time only a handful of CIA agents knew, where I was. How did Weaver find me then?"
Lindsay realized this was actually a very good question. "Let me guess: Jack was one of the few people who knew your whereabouts..."
"Right."
"All right," she finally gave in, "But you shall know I am not comfortable to spy on your colleagues."
"You´re not spying," Connor said, but he couldn´t offer her some alternative what they were doing otherwise.

A little later they had a meeting in the conference room and Lindsay saw her chance to read Jack´s mind. Actually, it was embarrassing for her: She had never asked the people whose thoughts she read, if they had noticed. If Jack felt her presence in his mind, she would have to explain somehow...
Jack showed them more photos from the camera, which their target person carried around in the suitcase. While he spoke Lindsay focused on him.
"As we thought, the camera is a dummy," he told them, "Jenkins let loose FINDER again on humanity and the computer program has found a company in Congo, which manufactures transport containers, which can stand x-ray devices."
"I suspect these containers are actually meant to smuggle goods such as ivory or diamond from Congo," Jenkins added.
"Weaver must have come to a container that looks like a camera by using his connections", Jack said, "And apparently the dummy is pretty good, because the airport police in New York fell for it ..."
"But what about the camera?", Connor asked, "What is he trying to smuggle?"
"We will find out if he returns to Vegas," he glanced at the clock, "That might be tonight."
"Got it. We should catch him at the airport and arrest him", Connor knew it was the only way to catch him before he re-emerged in the turmoil of the city.

Connor and Lindsay were the only ones who had stayed in the conference room after the meeting. "How are you?", Connor asked her and she immediately knew what he meant.
"I think Jack is telling the truth," Lindsay informed him, "His thoughts are sincere."
"Well," Connor was glad to hear this.
"I think we should go on with Jenkins," Lindsay suggested now.
"Jenkins?," he repeated incredulously, "When we hunted Doctor Death then, he hasn´t worked in our team. He only joined the group, when they took me to Canada for the witness protection program... He would have no motive to be the mole."
"Are you sure?", she asked, but she didn´t sound as if she really wanted an answer, "Do you know anything about him? What if he met the wrong people on a vacation trip, for example, and he's just as Weaver..."
"You mean he has fallen into a camp abroad, where terrorists are rising."
"Jenkins is part of your team. One more reason to check him. I also read his thoughts during the meeting: He wished the entire building including his colleagues would blow up. "
Connor thought about her words, then nodded. "Thank you for your help."
"Never mind. I hope it's worth it." They were on their way to the door and Lindsay looked at her cell phone. She saw that Sue had written her a text message. Sue asked to call her urgently.
"May I use my cell phone?", Lindsay asked and Jack agreed. Because the meeting room was needed again, they left and entered Jenkins' office which was empty at the moment. She sat down on the desk, looked at her cell phone and was facing Sue´s mobile number. Then she pressed the Select- button on the phone, when a zoom echoed around the room. Instant, Lindsay ended the connection.
"What was that?", she asked.
"That was an infrared signal transmitter," Connor replied and began to search for the source of the noise. Lindsay again chose Sue´s number in her contacts and then used her cell phone as a tracking device. She rose from Jenkins' desk, turned around and when she and her cell phone were near the old phone on the table, the noise grew louder. Connor grabbed the black telephone receiver and opened it. He threw a quick look at the inner workings of the phone. "There it is," he said as he pulled out a small button, "This is actually an infrared signal transmitter."
"And why you used it?", Lindsay was a doctor, and not an agent. But she had momentarily forgotten she actually wanted to call Sue.
"This will be used for wiretapping of phones and is discovered by feedback, a radio interference."
"You think Jenkins is the mole?", Lindsay asked, "I can´t imagine: If he's the mole, why should he spy his own phone conversations?"
"I just had a conversation with Washington while using this phone... Whoever placed the bug here, now he knows that we know of the leak..." Next, Connor congratulated her, because she had probably just busted their mole.

Connor now urgently needed to talk to Jack and inform him about his suspicions. He was the leader of this mission and therefore he should know they no longer could rely on Jenkins.
Lindsay and Connor saw how Jack went into the small kitchen and they waited until all the other colleagues had left the small room. Then Connor closed the door and turned the knob until he heard a soft click. Jack stood in front of the coffee maker and poured himself a cup of the hot drink.
"Washington believes there´s a mole in our office in Vegas, you know that?", Connor asked.
Jack hesitated for a second.
"And think carefully before you answer."
Jack took a deep breath and turned to him with the coffee cup in his hand, "Yes, I knew. The First Director informed me about it yesterday."
"I thought you were the mole," Connor explained. He saw Jack wondered why Lindsay was present at this apparently secret meeting.
"I know now you're not." Connor grinned. "But thanks to Lindsay, I have found out who is the leak."
Jack was eager to hear the answer to the riddle.
"We have found a bug in Jenkins' Phone", Lindsay told and a regretful tone swung in her voice, "The bug was discovered by chance, because I was sitting near the phone and tried to call my friend by using my cell phone..."
"If this is true, we should arrest Jenkins before he leaves the building ...!" Jack put down the coffee cup.
"You're right," Connor agreed, "But you had a secret: You knew there is a mole in tour team and you didn´t inform me. I had learned about this when the First Director also called me from Washington."
"I didn´t know if we can trust you," Jack said. Too much time had passed since their last collaboration. They had not seen for years.
Connor didn´t seem to take care of this confession: Just the fact he knew not to be the mole, seemed to suffice. "I'll be honest with you. We are one team and as such we should have no secrets in this case: There's a reason why I help Lindsay finding her son..."
"So? I almost thought, "Jack answered. He had known all along Connor didn´t help her because Lindsay had recently seen their target person.
"Lindsay's boss, Professor Sawyer, was murdered. The killer made it look like a suicide, but there is a reason why Sawyer had to die. I am the reason."
He saw in Jack's face that he didn´t understand.
"Sawyer was my father. My real father... Someone must have found out. Probably this information was passed on to the murderer."
"And you think Jenkins did it?", Jack asked.
"I think the mole did it," Connor corrected, "But Jenkins is one of the few people who have access to our DNS database..."
When Connor mentioned the database, Lindsay felt an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
"I hate to say this, but he fits the profile of a terrorist: He has a lot of expertise and Jenkins probably doesn´t work alone. In this case, it´s even very likely he works with Weaver, also known as Doctor Death. "
"Okay, I'll check the database to see if Sawyer is listed there," Jack hired an IT specialist to look at the database and Lindsay hoped he wouldn´t find more relatives of Connor. She didn´t want him to learn this form someone else that he had a son with one of his college affairs.
"So far, all the evidence tell Jenkins is the mole," Connor sighed, "Access to the database, the infrared signal transmitter in his phone..."
"I'm sorry," Lindsay said.
"There is no reason to be sorry," Connor told her and reached for the knob of the door to lock it, "We shouldn´t lose any time and arrest Jenkins."

The attack was quick: Jenkins didn´t know what hit him when Jack came in his office and placed handcuffes and led him into the interrogation room.
While Jack was talking to Jenkins, the house- forensic searched his office. A man from the IT department took his computer to examine the hard drive.
The survey lasted for several hours and Lindsay watched the CIA agents behind a one-way mirror. Connor came to her and handed her a paper cup of coffee.
Lindsay realized that Jenkins looked tired. He had to answer an awful lot of questions, which apparently had no connection. And if Jack didn´t get the desired response, he yelled at Jenkins. The computer nerd then jumped, startled. Once Jack pushed the table in Jenkins' direction angrily and Lindsay behind the one-way mirror stopped breathing. "He won´t hurt Jenkins," Connor promised her, "He's actually a good guy."
"Hard to believe," Lindsay replied in a whisper. Video recordings were rather uncommon in such interrogations. Theoretically Jack could even beat up Jenkins without consequences, if all other CIA- people kept their mouths shut. Jenkins was now exposed to a great psychological pressure. Maybe he wanted to escape from this situation by making a false confession.
Lindsay and Connor saw how Jack left the interview room. One minute later he returned with a brown envelope, sat down on a chair on the other side of the table and opened the envelope. He put a photo on the table in front Jenkins.
"Do you know what that is?", Jack asked. The photo showed a leather-covered platform. The armrests of the platform were provided with straps.
He saw how Jenkins swallowed hard.
"This is a death row," Jack answered his question, "You're a traitor, Jenkins. What do you think will happen if we find out, that you have betrayed your country?"
"I didn´t do this…"
"Are you sure?", Jack got up.
Behind the one-way mirror Lindsay leaned toward Connor. "Does he expect that Jenkins believes this?", she asked. In this country a person has never been executed for treason.
"I can tell you how it works," Jack said to Jenkins, "You're fixed on this platform and get a cannula in both arms. Actually, only one of them is needed. The other one is attached in case the first needle should be useless." Jack now circled the table at which Jenkins sat. "The drug makes you unconscious first then paralysis of the respiratory muscles leads to death. After that, your heart stops beating and you'll suffocate miserably..."
Jenkins began to weep bitterly.
A thick lump formed in Connor's neck: He didn´t know Jenkins as long as he knew Jack, but he had never seen him cry.
"Tell him to cancel the survey," Lindsay murmured suddenly and Connor looked at her surprised. "Why?"
"I have read his thoughts. He's telling the truth: He doesn´t know about the bug."

"What's going on here?", Jack yelled when he entered the second meeting room of the facility. Connor had just asked him via speaker to interrupt the survey of Jenkins and now Jack was furious. He almost got him...!
Jack looked at Lindsay angrily. He guessed Connor had only stopped him because of her. "What the...?"
Connor stepped protectively in front of Lindsay.
"Jenkins tells the truth," said she quickly, "He doesn´t know about the infrared signal transmitter in his phone."
"How do you know that?", Jack asked.
"I just know."
"But that´s not enough for me."
Connor shook his head and watched their dispute. Then he pushed Jack back to get more distance between him and Lindsay. "You have to tell him, Lindsay. Tell him why you are sure Jenkins is not guilty."
"What?", Lindsay hesitated for a second, but then she realized. "All right, I'll tell you. I can read minds."
Jack stepped back. "Do you think I believe that?"
"I was initially skeptical," Connor was talking to his friend and colleagues, "But she's telling the truth. She can actually read minds."
"Would you like a taste?", she asked, "You think I´m a sneaky snake, because you think I influence Connor to your disadvantage. And then there are some thoughts I better don´t say out loud..."
Jack gave up. He had to admit both were right. Although it sounded crazy and unbelievable ...
"Fine, we assume: Jenkins is not the mole...", Jack shook his head helplessly, "Who is it then?"
"That's a good question," Lindsay admitted, "But he didn´t know about the bug in his phone. I swear."
"If we suppose that´s true... Somehow the bug must have come in Jenkins' phone," Jack muttered. If Jenkins told the truth and he wasn´t a spy, then the fact that the installer of the sender had access to a CIA building, was highly disturbing.
Jack reached for the door to the second meeting room and went out.
He didn´t trust Lindsay. Not even after she had shown her skills and read his thoughts. Therefore, Jack send Jenkins to a polygraph test. He had expected Jenkins wouldn´t pass, but he managed the test with flying colors.
Two hours later, they had dismissed Jenkins from the interrogation room and he insisted to take a shower first. He felt terrible and shabby. That he had even cried in the face of death before Jack was embarrassing and if the other colleagues in the lab learned of this, he had to face the talk. After Jenkins had showered, he grabbed fresh clothes hanging in his closet.
Of course, Jenkins had already noticed his visitors and he sat on the bench in the dressing room, but he didn´t look at them.
"I can´t believe you actually accused me ...", Jenkins said as he put on fresh socks.
"But we already apologized," Connor said.
"Yes, of course," the computer nerd called then, "And you think I´m over it. I'm hurt, guys! How could you just think I´d betray my country?"
"It was my fault, Jenkins," Lindsay suddenly, said "Without me, the two never got the idea to accuse you. But you're innocent. I know that now."
He looked at her puzzled, because he had no idea what her words meant.
"I have to tell you something," Lindsay sat next to him on the wooden bench, "But you have to promise you keep this in private. Too many people already know, "she looked at Jack and Connor, then turned back to Jenkins," I can hear the thoughts of other people ... I have heard how you wished the whole building blows up..."
"May I explain?", Jenkins asked and looked at Connor and Jack, "I asked for a raise and didn´t get it. I was angry... pissed off", he corrected.
"I think we have all been in a similar situation," Connor muttered, but he was actually talking to Jack.
"If I had known that you have such incredible skills, I would have remained decent," Jenkins said to Lindsay.
"Hey, I'm with the boys all day. You don´t want to know what the two are thinking sometimes." She put a hand on his shoulder, Lindsay looked at Connor again and smiled, but now she turned back to Jenkins. "Anyway, I'm sorry I suspected you. You've helped me after Caleb's disappearance and for this reason doesn´t excuse my actions. You're a good friend, Jenkins. Can you forgive me?"
"Jenkins, please accept our apologies," Connor added.
The computer specialist took a second, but then he nodded. "No more secrets?"
"No more secrets", Lindsay confirmed. Now Connor told Jenkins he had found his biological father James Sawyer and that he, however, should have committed suicide. "How I know you, you don´t believe it," Jenkins suggested.
"Right," Jack confirmed.
"Where there any forensic evidences?"
"I don´t know," Lindsay was honest, "Normally, the police keeps this information in private."
Jack rolled his eyes. "We have investigated the crime scene together with the police, but the police chief said we´re not allowed join their investigation. I already know what you want…." He would now have to call the police and finally insist on the publication of the evidence. "Let´s do something," Connor said. He and Jack left the locker room and Lindsay wanted to follow them.
"Lindsay, wait," Jenkins held her back.
"What´s wrong?" She sat down again on the wooden bench.
"Did you tell Connor about Caleb?"
"No."
"You have to."
"But...!"
Jenkins reminded her of what they had sworn a few minutes ago: "No more secrets."

That Jenkins and Jack now also knew of Lindsay's ability facilitated their work immensely. She felt liberated. Jenkins was curious and asked her how it felt if she read other people's thoughts. Lindsay explained to him that it often gave her headaches and sometimes it drove her crazy. But now it was enough to focus on one person, so she could read thoughts.
She was a little hesitant when she entered Jacks office, where he and Connor were busy.
"Connor, we need to talk," Lindsay said to him, "Alone."
"What?", Agent Hudson asked blankly, "So I´m thrown out of my own office?"
Lindsay rolled her eyes: "We can talk on the roof."
"Is it important?", Connor wanted to know, "We have much to do."
"It´s important for me," she explained, Connor said goodbye to Jack and because she had made him curious, both entered the empty roof terrace.
"What's so important we need to talk about it now?", Connor asked. She read his thoughts for a moment and realized he really had no idea.
"I don´t know how to tell you this...", she said, "It's just a guess, but... I think there is a reason why Caleb disappeared."
Connor folded his arms across the chest. "Really?... What?"
"Probably the same reason why your father had to die ..."
She watched as he furrowed his forehead. Connor didn´t understand.
"You're Caleb's father." Lindsay hardly dared to look at him. But she decided she had to take a look. She wanted to know how he reacted to this news. But so far, he didn´t react.
"This is a joke," he said then.
"No. It's the truth. We had to create a DNA profile in case he shows up in the hospital or at the police. You are also registered in the same database... "
"It´s standard that every employee who´s joining the company delivers a sample," he told her. Connor had heard from colleagues who were killed in operations abroad and their bodies had been prepared to be unrecognizable. The last possibility of identification was a DNA test.
"It was a standard procedure and the computer didn´t even need five minutes until it found this match..."
Now it dawned on Connor. Lindsay looked in his face and when she carefully read his mind, he remembered of the young woman in college, with whom he had spent the night after a party. A little later she came to him and told him she was pregnant.
"Damn, I left messages on your mailbox a thousand times," she cursed now and tears welled up her eyes, "You haven´t even told me your real name: You told me your name Declan! Do you have any idea how long Peter and I have been looking for you?"
"I'm sorry, I..."
"So you're sorry? And you don´t have anything more to say?"
Connor felt so taken aback that he didn´t know what to say at all. He hadn´t expected he would meet the girl again and he had actually thought she had found a solution to this problem. Connor remembered her and noted she had changed much since then. Now he wouldn´t recognize her.
"I'm sorry I lied to you," he apologized, "If I had known you would keep the baby, I wouldn´t have responded as I did..."
"You disappeared without trace overnight, Connor," she reminded him, "At some point even your mailbox wasn´t to reach..." She crossed her arms in front of the chest. Neither of them said another word. She didn´t have to read his thoughts, she also knew he was confused.
"I wanted you to know," she finally said, "The fact that you are Caleb's dad would be a reason for the person who haunts you to kidnap him."
"Who else knows about this?", Connor wanted to know now.
"Jenkins," Lindsay replied, "We have learned it at the same time as the laboratory results came... Please don´t be angry with him. I asked him he should keep this in private."
"Well, that should remain like this."
"What?", she looked at him blankly.
"I'll tell the others as soon as I can. First, I have to think about this situation: I have never considered family planning in my life and that I have a son who´s already six years old, comes very suddenly..." Connor had told her the truth: He had never thought about a family in his life. The reason for this decision was just happening in this moment: Caleb was gone and when he spun this idea to the end, he was the reason. He was the boy's father and someone tried to take revenge on him by killing all the people who mattered to him.
"I'll let you know if I have made a decision."
"Thank you," Lindsay said firmly, "Neither Caleb and I want something from you. We don´t rely on your child support and we get on well alone." She reread his thoughts. On one hand, he found it reassuring to hear this but on the other hand, he was confused and indecisive.
They returned inside the building and met Jack. Apparently he was just on the way to the exit. The CIA agent noticed Connors bent face. "What happened?", he wanted to know.
"All right," Connor muttered, but he had to admit, that wasn´t true, "Where are you going?"
"To the police," Jack now turned to Lindsay, "I was hoping you would come along: A policeman found children's clothing south of the city. It´s the clothing of a boy. The size could fit a six year old child..."
"Oh my god," a thicker lump forming in Lindsay's neck.
"The Police asked if a family member could identify the clothes."
"I'll come with you."

The detective, with whom they had talked a few days ago, picked them up at the entrance of the police building and led them in an interrogation room. The way there had lasted endless for Lindsay and Connor was fared as well. Now that he knew Caleb was his son, everything had changed. Connor was convinced he had to accompany Lindsay and so he had his turned down colleague Jack.
In the interrogation room they sat down on a table: Lindsay, Connor and the police officer. "I want you to look at the stuff exactly, " the policeman said," Take as much time as you like. "
"Alright," Lindsay nodded. The policeman grabbed a yellow box, which stood on a chair and put it on the table. One by one he took out clothes which were packaged in plastic bags. First, he gave Lindsay a dirty, black sweater, but because it wasn´t one of Caleb's clothes, she had to shake her head. Next, he handed her children socks, which were printed with an elephant. Even that didn´t belong to Caleb. Then the policeman gave her a bag, in which a blue shirt with Wolverine- print was packed.
Lindsay's hands began to tremble. She was cold. At the same time she was sweating. "That's... That's Caleb's T-shirt," she murmured.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. The t-shirt has a label with his name, it´s attached on the inside. I can´t see the label, but I'm convinced it's there."
The policeman took the bag, put latex gloves and opened the package. He took the shirt out, turned it inside out and showed her the label with Caleb's name.

The police officer who had spoken to them, escorted them out of the building. Lindsay informed Connor she would go to the car. Connor wanted to talk to the policeman.
They both were still in shock, because none of them knew what the discovery of Caleb's clothes meant. Connors worst idea was that the boy was wandering around in the Mojave Desert naked and something bad happened to him that he didn´t even want to think about.
Lindsay tried not to cry, but when she had closed the passenger door of the black SUV, she couldn´t hold back longer. She didn´t want to imagine what could have happened to her son. Lindsay looked at her phone and noticed that Laura had sent numerous SMS. In the first message she asked where Lindsay was. In the next message Laura's tone was failing. She no longer read the fourth message because Laura called her a bad other in the third message. She wiped the tears from her eyes and sought Sue's phone number from the contacts.
She had to wait three times then Sue answered the call. "Lindsay, Thank God... It's good you called," Sue said, "Your sister is always calling me because she wants to know where you are. She has said some ugly things about you. You'd be the worst mother in the world because God knows where you are while your son is gone."
"Sue, I was just with Connor at the police...", Lindsay was howling, "They found his T-shirt."
"My God, that's terrible!", Sue cried, "Where are you now? Are you still at the police station? "
"Connor is still talking to the police, but we´ll leave in a few minutes," she sniffed.
"Where to?"
"I can´t tell you..."
"Lindsay," Sue's voice was louder, "I... I can´t help if you don´t tell me where you are. "
"I can´t tell you," Lindsay cried, "I can say that Caleb and I are part of a big puzzle. And Connor has also to do with it. He is Caleb's dad.", Sue was surprised by this information. "I have to go," Lindsay said when Connor reached his car and entered. She tucked her phone back into her purse. Then Connor handed her a handkerchief. "I don´t know what to say," he admitted, "Just the thought something could have happened to Caleb is..."
"Unbearable?"
Connor nodded slowly. "Yes, that describes the feeling very well," with these words he started the engine and they drove back to the CIA lab. When they got there all the staff was in excitement. "What's going on?", Connor wanted to know from Jenkins, after he rushed back to his office. Lindsay followed him. She had to look terrible, she thought, because her eyes were still red from crying and she felt numb. "Someone has found a card outside in the parking lot," Jenkins said, went to his computer and showed him a scanned ID Card. It was a CIA- ID card, issued to employees.
"And? What's the problem? "
"This is Jake. Our new caretaker...", Jenkins replied," Actually."
"What do you mean actually?"
Lindsay had now reached Jenkins' office and saw the ID card which was shown on his canvas. She recognized the man in the photo immediately: "That's..."

"How is that possible?," Jack ranted, "How the hell can an internationally wanted terrorist work as our caretaker?"
"He has an accomplice somewhere within the CIA, " Lindsay noted, but it was exactly this kind of response which neither Jack nor Connor wanted to hear, because it reminded them they hadn´t found the mole yet.
Jack found this situation almost embarrassing: They were the CIA after all, one of the best and most secure organizations in the world! And then they had a terrorist as janitor!
"Calm down," Jenkins suggested. When he had heard their caretaker was Doctor Death and he was probably responsible for the bug in his office, the nerd sat down at his computer and sighted the surveillance videos personally. "I have found a six-day-old surveillance video," Jenkins said, "It shows how my office is cleaned... Your target person enters my room." He pressed a button on his screen and the surveillance video now appeared on the huge canvas: The Beamer began to whistle.
In the Monitoring movie they saw how Jimmy Weaver aka Doctor Death entered Jenkins' office and when he was sure no one was watching him, he grabbed the old phone, opened it and installed the infrared signal transmitter. "What if he has bugged other offices and not only mine? "Jenkins suddenly wanted to know.
"We are off to search the offices," Jack informed him. He had received the news a few minutes ago that a bug was also found in Sally Hartman's office. Sally worked in the laboratory. Nevertheless, Jack would have to talk to her.
Then he watched the surveillance video of the hallway, because there was no surveillance camera in Sally's office. He could see in the video, how Jimmy Weaver also entered Sally´s office and came out after less than two minutes. Because Sally was also very vain, a mirror hung in her office. And where was plain to see how Weaver fumbled on her phone.
"Reports about the location of James Sawyers corpse just arrived by mail," Jack informed them, "The murderer hasn´t wiped away a part imprint of his right thumb: The imprint was discovered under the chair, on which Sawyer sat at the time of his death... I can also announce the impression is recorded in our database. "
"It's Jimmy Weaver," Connor added.
"Correct. He... "
"He killed my father," Connor said, "Somehow he found out who my father is and killed him. His subject is the oldest of the world. Revenge."
"Now it's official, but actually we've already thought, didn´t we?," Jenkins asked, only looking at the screen.
"If Weaver kidnapped my son, I don´t want to imagine what he's up to him..."
Jack still hadn´t understood, he was too stunned. That his friend and colleague had a son was a complete surprise.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Connor took a breath, "But I have a six year old son… And Lindsay is his mother."
Jack looked at Lindsay confused.
"Don´t worry," Connor added before Jack could say something, "I know since one hour." They could all see this topic kept Connor still stressing and this realization set Lindsay's heart heavy. She liked him. He seemed to be a sincere guy. But the confession he was Caleb's father had changed everything between them. She knew Connor wasn´t sure if he wanted to be near her. And he also didn´t know if he wanted to be Caleb´s dad.
"How...?", Jack asked.
"How did it happen?", Connors voice was very loud, "It happened in college. At a party. When the student, with whom I spend only one night, told me she is pregnant, I got cold feet and ran away: I left the college with my band. "
"It's like in Star Wars," Jenkins muttered.
"What?"
"This I am your father, Caleb- thing."
"Are you sure you don´t have any more children?", Jack asked, Jenkins horrified hissed his name, "What? Am I not allowed to ask?"
Jenkins shook his head. "Connor, I can imagine you aren´t particularly proud of what you did," he said now, "I mean, now you're ashamed that you left the girl at the time."
"We have talked about it, okay ?", Lindsay interrupted their discussion now," May I remind you that my son is maybe in the hands of this terrible terrorist. "
Jack and Jenkins looked at each other, like small, timid children who had just smashed a window. Lindsay left the room and now Jack leaned in Jenkins' direction.
"Say, did you know?", Jack asked.
"I sat next to Lindsay, when the DNS results came from the lab," he defended himself, "I promised her I keep this in private." He knew, however, Lindsay was right: The fact that the missing boy was Connor's son, presented their case in a new light.

To be continued…